My Story

Ever since IT first hit me, shortly after beginning Art School, I am in another world. Pure and simply it was like the BEST drug you have ever had or feeling you have ever felt. I would look at the most common of things, and I would be enthralled. "Wow, This is beautiful". If someone saw me and heard me say that as I looked at a bike rack for parking bikes, they would sadly shake their heads and move on. The problem was that they were not Seeing. I might have been amazed by the angle of the shadow from the sun sticking the object or the patterns that those shadows intermingled with the item casting the shadow. Or maybe I was just experiencing the steep learning curve that goes along with someone who gets infected with ART.

The more you do the quicker you can see the progress you are making and that feeds your ego, ( wow, I made that look pretty damned good. ), thereby you become even more motivated to keep up the constant sketching, learning, and soon your are snowballing. You started out just to become a graphic designer but the rooms down the hall, and the student's work hanging in the glass displays become sirens calling to you. "Forget Graphic Design man, This-ART is where you live" ,or rather It lives in you. Soon, as the years sped by, I was absorbing everything insight. Air Brushing, Chinese Art Brush, Sculpture, Photography classes of all types, Watercolor, Life Drawing. ...Then it was over, I had ingested every single Art Class that they had to offer.

I had the great fortune to have David Sklar as my mentor in Life Drawing, Painting, and all things Art. Bill Martin, the Head of the Art Department was my guru of Photography. Both became the closest of friends and turned me onto the fact that LIFE IS ART if you are game to SEE WHAT YOU ARE LOOKING AT. They never sat me down and told me that but through the initial four years that I knew them. especially David, I would go over to his house and it was always in flux, I saw where Art did not stop for him when he left the studio. Because his studio was wherever he was. He taught me that Art Happens, but you have to SEE it not just be looking in the right direction.